If I ever am to move again,
It will be on rocks with shores of sand.
My toes will sink between the waves,
And I will dig another grave.
Because without you,
I have nothing left.
If this is what giving up feels like,
I don't think I can breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. Because I can
PoetryJust some poetry I don't really have anyone to show! XD Not many people will read this probably but why not put it up anyways?
